It was early morning. The sun had had risen.People had started entering the garden for their regular walk. They were always greeted by a man,sitting under a tree. When the people passed by him, he just smiled . Soe people put some coins in a small tumbler kept in front of him. The regulars who came there were familiar with him. Some times he smiled but normally he was lost in some deep thought No one spoke to him.
One day when the people entered the garden, he was found lying down, as if he was in pain. Slowly a crowd collected around him. Vinod, an elderly person sat near him and took his hand, and said, '' He has high fever. Let us take him to the hospital.'' The old man opened his eyes and in a faltering voice said that he will not leave the garden. Now the crowd became inquisitive.
The old man started talking in broken words. '' I don't sit here for begging. My Sunita will come here. I am sure she will come.'' Somebody from the crowd asked ,'' Who is Sunita?' As if some one hit him hard, ''You don't Sunita. She is my every thing. We were so happy. She was mine. One day she told me that she will get me a doll.She went to bring it, but some wretched fellows took her away.Where is she? Oh, where is she? She will definitely come. I am sure.' He collapsed. He was no more.
Mr. Vinod checked his bag to see whether some clue could be found about his address. Except one doll there was nothing in the bag
Written for 'aprompteach day' prompt 17 Midweek wordle # 3